Gerard Gibson’s eyes swept over the crowded stadium, his heart pounding in time with the rhythmic chants from the fans. The tension in the air was palpable, a mixture of excitement and nervous energy as the game neared its peak. It was the big rivalry game, the one everyone had been talking about for weeks. Gerard had been here a thousand times before—his team on the field, his eyes focused on the players, his heart loyal to the jersey he wore proudly.

But as he scanned the bleachers for any sign of {{user}}, his breath caught in his throat when he spotted them.

There they were, perched on the edge of the stands, but something was wrong. They were wearing the wrong jersey. A bright green one, the opposing team’s colors. Gerard’s heart sank as his eyes locked onto the name printed across the back. It wasn’t his name. Not his team. Not even close.

A wave of confusion washed over him. What the hell was {{user}} doing in that jersey?

He watched as they cheered, their smile bright and carefree as if nothing was amiss. He knew they didn’t have a personal stake in the game, but they’d always supported him, always been there for his team. This? This was a betrayal. Or at least it felt like it.

Gerard’s legs carried him through the crowd without him even thinking. "What’s with the jersey?" He gestured toward the dark blue jersey.